The beginning of this past week was not the highlight of my time here, for reasons I couldn't identify, analyze, and solve. Reading and writing on Shakespeare has not been overly overwhelming as of late, having found a good rhythm of reading and studying his works. It's fascinating to me how quickly one can learn a new language with diligence and patience; for those of you who have read Shakespeare, you may relate with the sense of learning how he shapes ideas, phrases, characters. It's very much a language of his own. Anyway, the work I was doing didn't necessarily contribute to my being down, "blahhness" as I sometimes refer to it in my mind, a few days ago, though I must say my mind will appreciate the rest of the coming weeks. As I mentioned to this friend the other day, the fatigue I feel isn't the same as the Stressful, Overworked Exhaustion that often accompanies the end of a semester at university back at home as much as it is the Ready to Read and Write and Think About Other Things for a While tired. It's time to rest and cross train, and a blog is certainly an aspect of that process.
So work was part of it, and I also found myself confronting a lot of inertia to overcome in bringing myself to meet with others: I love hanging out and enjoying others' presence, no doubt, yet I find myself in phases of varying desires to be around others. Coming to Oxford, I had built up much momentum in my mind and heart in preparation to form friendships with others, to risk spending time with others that might not be fun or enjoyable or easy to relate with. And others risked that on me. And I have found some very wonderful people, and they have found me, over the past two months. So many wonderful British students, as I've mentioned in previous posts, have welcomed us foreigners with genuine warmth and humor, and for that I couldn't be more grateful. For whatever reason, however, I begin to be dissuaded in my mind from spending time with others, from simply hanging out for the sake of hanging out. It could be that I'm afraid of wasting time, yet this is generally when I start to forget that, as CS Lewis writes in Letters to Malcolm, "Dance and game are frivolous, unimportant down here; for "down here" is not their natural place...Joy is the serious business of heaven."
Instead of figuring all of that out here, though, I'd rather focus on her.
Two days ago, I found myself at quite a low point, feeling as though I had been "going through the motions" of life for some time while here, not relishing what I was doing, where I was, who I was with. I felt off, wrong, crooked. BethAnne and I, according to the schedule we had planned for the week, didn't get to talk on Monday or Tuesday, and I sent her an email expressing much of this, trusting her to be one of the more caring listeners I've encountered, one who always lends a compassionate and helpful ear (or eye, in this case, since she would be reading). Though we didn't talk until Wednesday afternoon, she sent a few kind and warm text messages, letting me know of her prayers and thoughts.
Being away from her for the past two and a half months has been no easy endeavor, the difficulty of which fluctuates week to week. Since she studied abroad in Germany last semester, she's encountered the ups and downs, ins and outs, victories and defeats of studying abroad, and has helped me in ways that continue to instill peace and courage and the freedom of joy that she's learned from others pursuing Godly lives. Her enduring email messages, letters, packages (packages!), patience, and endurance (enduring endurance...yep...) in our friendship lift me in so many ways, and I know it's no easy task for her being apart, either (being in scenic, historic, renown Bloomington-Normal Illinois at the moment). She makes me laugh more than anyone I know. She's an incredibly genuine, hopeful, witful, lovely girl, and I'm often astounded
This message feels like a shout-out to her, and I'm OK with that. One of the Proverbs in The Message translation (the translation I probably know best, for better or worse) goes "Don't draw attention to yourself; let others do that for you," and she isn't one to live, serve, love ostentatiously. So, draw attention to her I will, so that others will know a bit of her loveliness too.
Wednesday morning, I opted, at her suggestion, to rest from studies for a bit to read the Bible, pray, and write (about things other than Shakespeare and such) for a bit, and it was what my soul needed at the time: Rest. Strenghtening. Alignment. When we talked later that day, she helped me to process some of the stuff that had built up on my heart, helping to restore me to a certain levity and breathing-easyness. And she later quick to point out that it was not her that helped me out, that it was God's effect (sometimes I wonder why one of his names in the Bible isn't The Great Untangler, yet Prince of Peace does well to that end), and she's right: we prayed, we talked, we listened. And she helped me in that direction. And she does. I know my life is different because of her being woven into it, and I become aware of that the more I learn her and the more she learns me.
In his song "The Dress Looks Nice on You," Sufjan Stevens sings of his listener, "I can see a lot of life in you/ I can see a lot of bright in you," and this well describes what I see in her, and what I see in those I love, in those who love me. I really could go on about all the things I appreciate in her, and will (away from this blog...), yet want those who know me, who are reading this (I assume it's all people I know, unless I've suddenly become Really Famous), that your thoughts, and prayers (if you pray), and notes and letters and emails and smiles and jokes all help me along, all become "twigs" in this raft I'm building as I continue on down this life-river, as a good friend of mine puts it, and I hope to impart some twigs to you as well. We've each something to toss one another, even if it's simply a good hug.
And sometimes that's all we want.
